[ Tim is some distance away, around a corner and halfway down a narrow alley, when he hears a sharp, brief shout that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He's been teleported to the dead end of the passage way about thirty seconds ago and after an abbreviated attempt to climb the wall (Batman would not be pleased that he'd given up halfway due to poor traction of his socks, but Tim won't be informing him), he had started making his way out of the alley.
The shriek makes him freeze, and Tim stands stock still, listening for what he might have only imagined. He's come upon people, or they've found him, in each stop so far. This is the first time he's heard screaming, and, now that he has, it seems bizarre that more of them aren't screaming. Sudden and disoriented teleportation, with no warning or apparent cause, and repeated random encounters? Everyone should be screaming their heads off.
There - that way. He has nothing to distinguish direction here, so Tim mentally calls the dead end south and populates directions from there. North east. Someone's speaking - it sounds familiar, but distance and echoes make it a muffled, generic male - and he can hear footsteps.
He runs, but only to the intersection of alley and paved road. He hasn't heard further shouting and wants to know more about what he's heading into before he rushes in, so Tim presses himself to a wall and waits for the footsteps to come closer. ]
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The shriek makes him freeze, and Tim stands stock still, listening for what he might have only imagined. He's come upon people, or they've found him, in each stop so far. This is the first time he's heard screaming, and, now that he has, it seems bizarre that more of them aren't screaming. Sudden and disoriented teleportation, with no warning or apparent cause, and repeated random encounters? Everyone should be screaming their heads off.
There - that way. He has nothing to distinguish direction here, so Tim mentally calls the dead end south and populates directions from there. North east. Someone's speaking - it sounds familiar, but distance and echoes make it a muffled, generic male - and he can hear footsteps.
He runs, but only to the intersection of alley and paved road. He hasn't heard further shouting and wants to know more about what he's heading into before he rushes in, so Tim presses himself to a wall and waits for the footsteps to come closer. ]